Little files of problems come screaming from the mouths
Backwards fill the empty bag
And take out all the angst
Lighters all are empty
At least that saves my throat
Screeching towards the impact
Both hands off the wheel walk towards the echo
Shaving the skin
Countdown to midnight
The symptoms will fly away
Burn all the memories away
Then we can fall in love
Please keep the secrets from her
Sift through the lies about us
Run away to fall in love

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